"Yeah, demon's - gone. Sort of dissolved after she tore it up. Love you too. Don't know yet, I guess. Darren, do you still want to go to the Avalon? And if so should we take Savannah home or...?"
"Admittedly, I kind of want to go home and curl up under a blanket now. Possibly while force-feeding Savannah chicken noodle soup."
"Okay. I can call - whatshisface, griffin kid, I have his name and phone number written down. We can go home."
"We'll say family emergency. Do - you want to come to my house, or go to yours? Is your dad at work, I can't remember."
"He's at work. I can come over to yours if you want but it would be reasonable for this to be Twins Time."
"I don't know how Savannah will react. We'll wait until she wakes up to decide? I mean - I'd want you there, because horrific trauma and I kind of want to cuddle you forever now, but I'm worried about her."
Awkward return hug because she's still invisible, but he obviously tries. Snuggle snuggle.
"So I guess we haul her into the backseat and - sit her up and buckle her in, lay her across it?"
"Or wait for her to wake up. Um. Mrs. Adams? Do you know how long it'll be until she -"
"Hey, Savannah," says Bella. Oh, she's fading back into visibility now.
Savannah sits up and curls around herself in one single motion. "Is it gone?" she hisses.
"That is not the same thing as gone, did you make the - did it suffer?!"
"Good enough." She then wraps her arms around her legs and proceeds to not say anything else.
Savannah snorts. "Pfff, he would. Home's good, being fed chicken noodle soup, nah. He can make it and I feed myself, though."
And that seems to be all she wants to say of the subject.
"We heading home?"
It's probably going to be a quiet car ride.